ARI’s POVCold rage spun through me at the sight I was witnessing.I'd just gone to the restroom for a break. It had been less than 10 freaking minutes since I left.Yet now, Jonathan, my boyfriend, was openly flirting with the waitress on our seat, ogling her while she accepted his advances.He was cheating on me so openly, and on my birthday dinner no less.I'd seen the flirtatious messages on his phone on occasion, heard his apologies time and time again, but this?This was the last straw. I was done.I strutted back to the table, receiving their startled looks. Jonathan looked stricken as if he'd forgotten I existed.“Baby-” I cut him off before he could say anything more. Staring at the number on the napkin, no doubt from the blonde waitress a bitter smirk crawled up my lips.“We're done.” I snapped. Grabbing my purse I stormed out of the restaurant, meeting the cold evening air.I didn't bother carrying a car here because he was driving me. Now I was left to walk the streets alo
ARI’s POVAs I rushed to my home, to change, the aches followed me. Heat rushed to my cheeks knowing the reason why.The memories of last night were fuzzy, but not gone. I was in control of my actions. The pleasure and aches that swam around me back then was something I'd never felt before.I shook my head frantically. I couldn't think about that right now. Not when there was something important going on.I quickly got dressed in my gear before leaving home. Terra Street wasn't too far from where I was and I wasted no time in getting there.The moment I was near I could already hear the gunshots from a distance.I moved into action, managing to tackle one of the thugs from behind and knock him out before anyone could notice. Sneaking in through the other side, I shot at them from behind, fighting the ones that came near before knocking them out. Any pains from before were numb as adrenaline pumped through me.By the time the rest of the team spotted me, I managed to take down a few o
ARI’s POVShocked was an understatement as I gaped at the man from last night.He looked calm and collected, like it was normal to be here. It made irritation and questions rise, the most visible one being;What was he doing here?His gaze seemed to rove over me before his lips quirked up into a smug looking smirk. It was like a kick to reality.Had I been staring this whole time?My heart hammered in my chest as I turned away. Maybe I'd gone far enough for today.“Going somewhere?” he said, stopping me before I could leave.I clenched my jaw defensively.“What are you doing here?” I demanded,“Is it a crime to relax in a back alley?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Irritation crawled up my veins.“It does when it involves stalking.” I said.Instead he leaned in, a smile on his face.“Very presumptuous of you…Detective,” he purred. A shiver ran through me at his words.“Maybe it's a coincidence that we met again. Maybe I am a stalker. Maybe I've gone crazy after the night we had.”A gas
ARI’S POV“You again?” I spoke incredulously, my heart hammering in shock.Once could have simply been a coincidence, but meeting him twice?“Hey, wait-”Uncaring of everything else, I tore my hand away from him and brought out my gun.“What the hell do you want from me?” I stood on guard.It would have been better if he'd gotten angry but all he did was chuckle.“I don't think such drastic measures are necessary cara,” he said. Again that word. I had taken basic Italian lessons to know what that meant.Darling.And the way it rolled off his tongue…‘No.’I couldn't lose my guard, no matter how attractive this man was, this was bordering on stalking.“Not when you've been stalking me.” I spat out.“Would you believe me if I really did say that I found your location through legal means?” he said, stepping forward.I backed away, still on guard as he pulled out something from his pocket.“You left this at the hotel.” he said,I looked down cautiously to find my office ID card. I'd never
ARI’s POVNever would I have imagined that one day I would end up in a situation like this.My gaze narrowed to the third one in view, the same man I recognized.Joe Kanner, one of the perps who had escaped my custody, punching and spitting on me before leaving.‘Karma is a bitch now,’I took one last look at the Stranger. He was propped on the other car end, gun raised.The moment we made eye contact I felt a synergy between us. It was an unspoken contact.I nodded in a silent signal before turning back.It was time.I stepped out of the other door of the car and didn't hesitate to start shooting.I was good at close combat but my best feature? My aim.Without hesitation I shot at everyone in my vicinity, starting with the man from before first along with two others.The other half scattered and tried to shoot, leaving me to run and duck down against the nearest building to avoid it. Another gunshot followed by the sight of Cross told me he'd taken another one down.‘Five more to go
ARI’s POVMy hands trembled as the weight of the truth crashed down on me. The Stranger—the man I had kissed, trusted, and even helped—was Cross Margiello. The infamous Mafia Don who had evaded the police for years. My stomach churned as I remembered his warm smile, his teasing words, and the trust he claimed to have in me.How could I have been so blind?“Ari, are you okay?” Gina asked, touching my arm lightly. Her voice pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts.“Y-yeah,” I stammered, my voice barely audible. I forced a weak smile, but my mind was racing. I couldn’t let anyone know what I had done. Not yet. I needed time to think, to process everything.Gina’s eyes narrowed. “You look pale. Are you sure you’re alright?”“I just... I think I left something important at home,” I said quickly, grasping at the first excuse that came to mind. “I need to go back and grab it.”Her brows furrowed. “Now? Ari, this is huge! We’ve been chasing Cross for years, and you’re leaving?”I nodded, keep
ARI’s POV The apartment was silent except for the occasional creak of wood or the faint hum of the fridge. After the day I had, all I wanted was peace. Yet, my mind was a storm. Cross. The mafia don. The man I’d kissed. The man I had trusted—even for a moment. I couldn’t shake the feeling of his hands on me, his lips, his voice. Every word he said earlier now felt like a riddle. How could I be so blind? I’d been trained to recognize danger, yet here I was, entangled with the most dangerous man in the city. I paced my small living room, biting my nails. My ID sat on the coffee table, mocking me. I needed sleep, but my thoughts wouldn’t let me rest. Eventually, exhaustion won, and I collapsed onto my bed. **************************************************** The room was pitch-black when I woke up, but something felt off. The weight. It was suffocating. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and panic gripped me as I realized there were arms wrapped around me. Strong, unyielding arms. I
ARI’s POVThe weight of him kept me pinned to the bed. My breaths were shallow, my chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes bore into mine like he could see every thought running through my head.“Relax, cara,” Cross whispered, his voice like a dark melody. “You’re trembling.”“I’m not,” I said, my voice shaky.He smirked, his expression dripping with arrogance. “Lying doesn’t suit you.”Before I could retort, his fingers moved—tracing a line down my stomach. I flinched, my body reacting involuntarily to the light, deliberate touch. His hand was warm, rough, yet he moved with such precision it was like he was playing a game only he understood.“Shall we have fun, cara?” he murmured against my ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there.“Get off me,” I snapped, trying to push against his chest.He chuckled, low and dangerous. “You keep saying that, but you don’t sound convincing.”His fingers traveled lower, skimming the edge of my thigh, and I felt my body tense. I hated how he
Cross' POVI thought it was over. I mean, she should have gotten the message clearly. Yeah, she had held my dick and I still didn’t give in. So screw her. I was sure it was just a matter of time before she gave up on everything.However, the night was far from peaceful. I had barely settled into bed when I heard it—the unmistakable sound of retching echoing from down the hall. For a moment, I considered ignoring it. Whatever Mira was doing, it wasn’t my problem. But then came the sound of something heavy hitting the floor.A loud thud.My instincts kicked in again. I wanted to hesitate. I wanted to ignore her to the last but Mira was goddamned desperate. She could implicate me. I bolted upright, throwing the covers aside and rushing toward the source. My stomach clenched as I reached her doorway and saw her slumped on the floor, her body trembling, her breaths shallow.“Shit,” I muttered under my breath as I crouched beside her.Her skin was cold, damp with sweat. Her lips were pale,
Cross' POVI hated this place.The house was too big, too extravagant, too cold. It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t home. Nothing about it felt real, except for the chains wrapped around me in the form of a marriage contract I never wanted.Mira had wasted no time making herself comfortable, treating our forced arrangement like some fairy tale. She paraded around the house, making calls about floral arrangements and dress fittings, while I sat in silence, drowning in my own rage.The first night had been the worst.She had come to my room, barely dressed, feigning innocence as she climbed into my bed. I hadn’t spoken. Hadn’t looked at her. I had simply grabbed her by the arm and shoved her away.“Cross,” she had pouted, voice laced with honey and venom. “We’re getting married. We should at least—”“No.”“Why are you being like this?” She reached for me again, but I caught her wrist before she could touch me.I turned my head, locking eyes with her. “You’re not her.”Her face twisted. Anger. Pa
Mira’s POVAfternoon, just after the fight. And I was all in the mood to celebrate my dear lover. My mafia lord. My daddy. I chuckled to myself.The ride was silent, but in my head, there was music.A melody of victory.Cross sat beside me, rigid, staring out the window like he was somewhere else. He hadn’t spoken a word to me since we left The Don’s estate, hadn’t even looked at me. But I didn’t care. I had won. He was mine now.I crossed my legs, adjusting the hem of my dress, letting my eyes flicker to him. He looked rough—his knuckles still raw, bruises painting his face, his lips slightly cracked. But he was still the Cross Margiello I had always wanted. Strong. Untamed.And now, he belonged to me.I fought back a smile, tilting my head. Time for some tease. "You’ve been awfully quiet, husband."His jaw clenched. "Don’t call me that."I smirked, unfazed. "Why not? It’s what you are now."He didn’t reply. Just stared harder out the window, his body a wall of tension.My fingers tr
Cross' POVI leaned forward slightly. My voice came low. Controlled. “I killed them.”A beat of silence.Then—“Why?”I took a slow breath. “They crossed my line. They tampered with my business. They touched what wasn’t theirs to touch.”A long, cold pause.Then—a slow, measured step.And finally—The Don emerged from the shadows.He was huge. Plump, but strong. His frame exuded power, but his movements were light, controlled. His suit was crisp, expensive. His eyes? Black. Unreadable.He stopped inches from me, staring down.Then, in a voice softer than before—“And now, your life will be the price.”I didn’t move.Didn’t flinch.Didn’t fucking blink.The Don tilted his head. “You’re not afraid.”I smirked. “I’ve never been afraid of men who hide in the dark.”A flicker of something—annoyance? Amusement?—crossed his face.Then, he turned to his men. “End this.”The moment they stepped forward, I spoke.“Or we make a deal.”The Don’s expression didn’t change. “I don’t make deals with dea
Cross' POVI and Mira moved the next day.No, we weren’t moving together. I wasn’t moving with her, just to be clear. I was made to go on this uncertain journey. I had not been to the North Bay, not in a very long time as a child.And for me, it held terrible memories.So I never wanted to come back, not for anything. And yet, here we were – me with my wrecked body in a tinted car with strangely suited men with a car moving ahead and another behind. Mira was in one of the other cars and now, we were going to meet one of my worst nightmares.In no time, we arrived at the mansion. I expected them to tie up my eyes or something but nothing of such took place. I could see everything as I was led in. The house was old. Classical. The kind of place that had witnessed centuries of power, corruption, and death.I walked in slow, deliberate steps, my bare feet pressing against the cold marble floor. The scent of aged wood and faded cigar smoke clung to the air. Dim chandeliers hung from the hi
Cross’ POV Glitch… Blur… Ari… The first thing I noticed was the pain. A dull, pounding ache that spread through my ribs, my legs, my fucking skull—like my whole body had been through a meat grinder. The second thing I noticed was the beeping. A steady, rhythmic sound, soft but persistent. Then came the weight. Something tugged at my arm—no, inside my arm. A drip. IV fluids. That’s when the panic hit. My eyes snapped open. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. Not the cold, gray stone of a prison cell. Not the dark, high-rise walls of my penthouse. Where the hell was I? I tried to move, but my body resisted. My wrists—strapped down. I gritted my teeth, yanking against the restraints. No. No, no, no. Flashes of memory crashed into me. The van. The sudden jolt. The tires screeching. Gunfire. The ground disappearing beneath me. Falling. Tumbling. The pain. And then— Figures in the dark. A faceless silhouette pulling me out of the wreckage. The weight of hands drag
Cross’ POVGlitch… Blur…Ari…The first thing I noticed was the pain. A dull, pounding ache that spread through my ribs, my legs, my fucking skull—like my whole body had been through a meat grinder.The second thing I noticed was the beeping.A steady, rhythmic sound, soft but persistent.Then came the weight.Something tugged at my arm—no, inside my arm.A drip.IV fluids.That’s when the panic hit.My eyes snapped open.The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. Not the cold, gray stone of a prison cell. Not the dark, high-rise walls of my penthouse.Where the hell was I?I tried to move, but my body resisted.My wrists—strapped down.I gritted my teeth, yanking against the restraints.No. No, no, no.Flashes of memory crashed into me.The van. The sudden jolt. The tires screeching.Gunfire.The ground disappearing beneath me.Falling. Tumbling.The pain.And then—Figures in the dark.A faceless silhouette pulling me out of the wreckage. The weight of hands dragging me. I sucked in a bre
Ari’s POVWait…Someone had to explain to me how you could be with one person one minute and the other, they were…They were…Everything was a blur.The days after the accident felt like they barely existed, passing in a haze of grief, exhaustion, and an unbearable hollowness in my chest.I barely ate.I barely slept.I barely breathed.I waited for confirmation, but it was true. A body was found. Retrieved. Everything had burned to crisp. But it was true.It was him.Cross Margiello.Deceased.The news had already spread through the precinct, and even though no one dared to say it out loud, I could feel the looks. The silent whispers. The pity. I hated it. I hated that I had let myself believe, even for a second, that Cross could have made it out alive.Because he didn’t.And now, all I had left was this crushing emptiness. And how did I pour it out? Pretending I was fine while I ran into the field screaming and weeping, while I crashed in the bathtub sobbing, while I hated myself in
Ari’s POVFirst, Cross.Betrayal, and still, he could not leave my mind.But I had left him.I had walked away, leaving him behind, knowing this was the last time I would see him. And yet, my hands had shaken as I turned the doorknob, my heart twisting painfully in my chest as I forced myself not to look back. Because if I did, if I saw the way Cross was looking at me—pleading, desperate, raw—I would break.I had already broken.But this was how it had to be. I kept telling myself that. Over and over. There was never a version of this story where Cross and I had a happy ending. This was always where it was going to end.I wiped my face roughly, steeling myself. You did the right thing, Ari.I had to believe that. I needed to believe that.***As I made my way to the scene where I was to get Kaelie back, I remembered Cross’ advice for me.Get as close as possible.I had told Lady Smith already; I didn’t want the men around. Anyway, they were all too busy feigning and creating distracti